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walk, hold hands, talk sweetly and spill our feelings out about how all we want to do is rip each other’s clothes off and fuck, and then talk about the future, Senator? Cause if that’s what you expect from me then you have the wrong woman in mind. Picnics, butterflies, teddy bears and flowers are reserved for girls who have a heart. Neither do I have one, nor do I want one.”
    “You’re one tough Mob Boss, Frankie, but seriously get out of the car and come and have a picnic with me. Take your damn shoes off, turn off the bitching and just enjoy what I’ve made for us.”
    Still sitting in the car, I run my tongue along my top teeth eying Jeremy up and down. Damn prick, has me all turned on by his stupid challenging ways. I slip my shoes off and step out of the car refusing Jeremy’s hand to assist me out. He grins at me and steps back putting both his palms up in a resigning manner.
    “You’re seriously a pain in the arse, but definitely worth the heartache and trouble you’re going to cause.”
    “Heartache? I told you, I don’t have one.”
    “You may not, but mine’s ready for you, Frankie and one day I’ll creep into that ice encased heart of yours and before you know it, you won’t be able to breathe without telling me.”
    “Senator, I wouldn’t be waiting around expecting fairy dust to fly out of my mouth.”
    “It’ll happen, already you can’t say no to me.” Only because I want to know what his mother has on us. And if I’m being truthful to myself, I do find him attractive and maybe a little resistant by my blunt behaviour.  
    “You have such high hopes, Senator, there’re two people I love in this world, G and myself. The only other person I loved died of a heart attack.”
    Jeremy lays out a picnic blanket and we sit under an old willow tree shielding us just enough from the public eye. It’s now just after 6.30pm and the sun’s falling, as the park lights have flickered on illuminating enough so we can see outlines of my security. It’s still just bright enough for cameras to snap us together, but the old willow’s standing regal and protecting us.
    Jeremy starts unpacking the picnic basket laying it all on the rug, a large selection of cold foods and a bottle of wine all sit waiting to be consumed. I look up at Jeremy and a smile of pride and accomplishment is plastered all over his entire body.
    “So, you cook?” I try not to sound bitchy but let’s face it, everything I say is going to come out harshly.
    “Actually, no. I can’t cook for the life of me. So I had my chef prepare something for us.” A light laughter passes between us.
    “And you’re sitting over there all cavalier that you’ve put this spread out and you didn’t even make it.”
    “I bought the wine,” he shrugs his shoulders at me.
    “Well I guess stopping the car and walking into a bottle shop should count for something hey?!”
    “Ahhh, well that’s not exactly what I meant. I brought it up from the cellar.”
    The air goes perfectly quiet, no one says a word until I start laughing. Dear Lord, what have I agreed to do? Why am I here with him?
    “Tell me, Frankie, what is it that you do exactly?” And so it starts.
    “I’m an entrepreneur.” My standard answer.
    “In what?”
    “I have a wide range of businesses.”
    “How wide?”
    “Are you asking me as a Senator or are you asking me from a mere conversation point of view?” The meagre brightness that was here moments ago has now been replaced with a darker dusk.
    Jeremy leans back on his elbows, fully extending his incredibly long legs in front of him. I relax my stance and completely lie down looking up to the full moon that’s overhead. It’s beaming with such a golden full glow that it feels like if I stand tall enough, I’ll be able to reach up and touch it.
    “La Bella Luna,” Jeremy mutters to himself.
    “It definitely is very beautiful.”
    “Don’t look now, Frankie but I think fairy dust just escaped past your